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[[ooc; Blue is Ghanima. Black is Leto.]]

[ The video feed flicks on with little ado - no curses or crashing or large blurs of motion. There’s nothing besides a young teenage girl’s face - somewhere between 14 and 16 - with blond hair bobbing in a ponytail as she walks, the screen with it - blue eyes lit up with a very abnormal glow. For all

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[ After a bit of conversation with their fellow involuntary citizens, Ghani pockets the phone for a moment, in favor of bringing up the topic she'd bite her tongue on earlier. She chews at a lip for a moment before braving it. ]

And... what of our Golden Path, Leto? Was this part of what your foresaw? [ Another thing you kept from her? She'll leave that part off, though he'd no doubt know it regardless. She can't help it, she worries. ]

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[Leto watches his sister chew at her lip. He does know it, and it upsets him to understand that that is the first place her mind goes to - their differences. But he will also leave it unsaid, since it would accomplish little right now to acknowledge something like that.]

This isn't a part of it. I still see the Golden Path, all the possibilities of it. [And his brow furrows, because this is difficult for him to explain.] This place doesn't prohibit, but it doesn't help either. I could say that Abax doesn't exist within time at all.

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Outside of time? How is that... [ Possible? There's plenty that's possible outside of even what she comprehends, she's sure. Still, it's unsteadying. She nods, the fingers intertwined with his rubbing over knuckles idly as she rolls it over in her head. A city outside of time? Dead to the universe? ] It is a phantom then. Like a ghostly shell?

[ Said questioningly, like guesswork. ] And Arrakis? ...Does it move without us?

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There will be time to understand it. [Meaning: They won't be leaving any time soon. A minor annoyance to him - and only an annoyance because it doesn't affect his plans.

He sees himself speaking to Jessica-wife-mother-grandmother, he sees himself speaking to her in Arakeen, and he tells her that he wishes that they had more time to know themselves.

And he is here again.]

We can be returned to the exact moment which we left. And this world adapts to our needs. [Spice addiction.]

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[ For a moment, she simply walks by him, eyes to the sidewalk as she rolls this new world around in her head - what it is, what it means. What it means for them. Though she senses Leto's annoyance with the disruption, she can't help but see the possibilities.

Ghani chooses her words carefully. ]

Then it is... a universe of surprises to us. For an indeterminate stay. [ There's a twitch of her lips that wants to be hopeful for a reprieve, though she's unsure she should allow it. ] An accommodating one.

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In some ways more than others. The novelty of this climate will quickly wear thin. [:| Snow.

He switches to Chakobsa on the off chance someone is listening.]

We'll have to manage the spice here. Given the unknown genetics in this world, it would be best if they did not come in contact with the reserves meant for us.

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[ She slips easily into the ancient Fremen tongue with him, though a smile tugging at her lips in regard to his distaste for the climate. ] Then we'll need to bundle you and keep you dry. The Lion of Atreides, all swaddled up like a children. Irulan would have loved to see it.

[ She nods, the tone of playfulness fading a little with the prospect of someone not from their world getting their hands on spice. ] We'll be kept busy in the search. How large of an area do we need to scour?

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[He studies his hand before looking up at her again. His own playful mood is replaced by a more neutral, musing one.]

It's possible that she will get to see it. Where one goes, others follow. [Many people from the same place and time appear. He would prefer Irulan over some of the other options. As for the spice - ]

I know where the stash is, there is not much. [Worm senses.] The city is still small, we will need a good hiding place.